I did not know your husband bore me such good will.

<pre><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">Indeed, I think he favours you </font></font><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">no more than any great man.

</p></font></font></pre><pre><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">&quot;As wolves at lambing&quot; </font></font><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">is his word for you all.

</p></font></font></pre><pre><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">It was not done for Your Grace </font></font><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">but for his own honour </font></font><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">which he holds dearer than myself or his sons,

</p></font></font></pre><pre><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">his clan or kin </font></font><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">and for which I have oft chided him.

</p></font></font></pre><pre><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">But it is him and his way </font></font><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">and, were he other, he would not be Robert Roy McGregor.

</p></font></font></pre><pre><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">He would not come here before you </font></font><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">nor would he favour me to do so in his stead </font></font><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">but I have no choice

</p></font></font></pre><pre><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">unless I give him up entire to his enemies.

</p></font></font></pre><pre><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">And, though I love his honour, </font></font><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">it is but a moon-cast shadow to the love I bear him.

</p></font></font></pre><pre><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">For the grace of God </font></font><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">I have his child inside me </font></font><font size="2"><font face="Courier New">and I would have a father for it.

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Reight film...... Fact nt

 

I will think of you dead until my husband makes you so......

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...and then I will think on you no more.</p>

 

RE: I will think of you dead until my husband makes you so......

Think of yourself a scabbard, Mistress McGregor, and I the sword. And a fine fit you were, too

 

Heh heh.

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=SVaslN1NiT0

 

Good film but....

..a completely different book and one that is almost impossible to read unless you are more than familiar with 18th Century Scots dialects.

 

I grew up in 18th century Scotland.

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Good job nobody knew I was half Sassenach.</p>

 

RE: I grew up in 18th century Scotland.

Does that make you a filthy economic immigrant then?

And, if perchance you took some Poor Money then you're nobbut a dole wallah scum immigrant.

 

I think I was whatever the opposite to economic immigrant is.

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I was born in that London and went to live on the set of Braveheart for a while.</p>

 

RE: I think I was whatever the opposite to economic immigrant is.

That'll be Glen Auchterfecklemeckle.

Its mighty cold up the Trossachs at that time of the century, you'll have been glad for a warming hand on your sporran no doubt.